The room was plain and square, the twin beds in either corner, unwelcoming. There was a window, but the grey carpet rather detracted from any welcome the sunlight created.

With a grin she threw she bedazzled bag onto one of the beds, and reminded herself she hadn't come for the decorations. University meant parties, no parents, and freedom so long as she kept her grades up.

Humming to herself as she worked, Izzy started unpacking. No parents around to tell her she was making the bed wrong this time! Though Izzy was going to miss her in house chef, as well as teasing her little brother Max, and sweet talking her way into anything she wanted from her father with just a smile. But Izzy was sure the University lifestyle would be worth it.

She heard the door creak, and turned to see a girl walk in. She had light brown skin, curling hair, and definitely didn't know what makeup or fashion were. She was pretty though despite not really knowing how to show herself at her best.

"You must be my roommate," the girl said moving forward to greet Izzy. "I'm Maia."

"Isabelle," Izzy said. "But you can call me Izzy."

"Izzy then," Maia smiled, and Izzy wondered if it was possible to be compatible with a roommate who didn't use mascara. "It's my second year, but I think you're a freshman right?"

"Yep," Izzy replied. "As a rookie, I need to ask. Are the guys hot in University?"

Maia laughed. "Sorry you are asking the wrong girl. The last date I had ended in a friend-kiss."

"Lame," Izzy laughed. "When I was up here over spring break, I totally made out with a guy in a broken elevator."

"Okay that's hot," Maia grinned at her, and Izzy decided that maybe, Maia wasn't a total write off, despite the cheap jeans and blemished face.

"I know right," Izzy giggled. She was rather fond of that story. It just sounded so spontaneous and fun. Izzy was sure she wouldn't get tired of telling it for a long time.

"Are you going to the Orientation party in the Quad?" Maia asked.

"Nah," Izzy said. "It sounds lame. I know better ways of meeting people."

"Like what?" Maia asked.

"Like dancing," Izzy grinned. "And drinks."

"I haven't been to a club in ages!" Maia exclaimed, and just like that, Izzy knew this was a woman she could become friends with. Sure, Maia needed some pointers, but from the enthusiasm in her voice, Izzy suspected Maia had been looking for a new club-going friend, even if she didn't know it.

"Let's go then," Izzy suggested.

"Oh but I have nothing to wear," Maia whined.

"I can fix that," Izzy smirked as she quickly pulled her favourite club dress from her bag, and stripped down to her underwear to put it on. It was made of a slinky skin tight fabric that hugged to her skin. Izzy just loved the feel of tight fitting clothing. She couldn't stand wearing bagging t-shirts. The dress was a perfect black with a deep V-neck, and laced together down the side.

"You aren't shy are you?" Maia laughed. Izzy didn't reply but simply finished straightening her dress. Then she turned to Maia.

"Your turn," she said. "Take me to your wardrobe." Maia chuckled, but got her suitcase from by the door, and opened it on her bed to show Izzy what she had to work with. Yep, Izzy thought as she looked through Maia's bag, this girl definitely needed a fashion-godmother, but Isabelle Lightwood was up for the job.

"No," Izzy said as she put an item of clothing in the reject pile. "Definitely no. Yikes! Oh wait, here's something." She held up a almost acceptable club top. "And I guess we can stick with your jeans but girl, tomorrow we are going shopping." Maia laughed, but took the shirt and put it on before they left.

When they entered the bar, Izzy did her usual perusal for any particularly attractive guys. She usually disregarded any of them who were obviously here with a girlfriend, though on occasion that still worked out for her. Tonight though, she didn't want to get into a cat-fight. So Izzy scratched the suave guy in the corner, and the two guys in cowboy hats off her list of possibilities. That still left the guy with short styled black hair in a tailored suit sitting alone at the bar, and a darker skinned beauty with the muscle shirt and cargo shorts by the fire.

"Do you have a preference?" Izzy giggled to Maia as they sat down. "Personally I like the suit."

"Works for me," Maia replied. "I prefer guys in casual clothes." They ordered some drinks, then sat together for the appropriate amount of time before eyeing up their chosen targets. Izzy had learned long ago that if you sit alone at the bar, and glance every so often at your target, they usually came to you.

"Is this seat taken?" It was Mr. Suit, and Izzy had to repress a wicked grin.

"No," Izzy smiled at him as he sat down. Maia it seemed hadn't managed to lasso her guy to her, but had rather gone to him. Amature hour. Izzy would have to teach that girl some tricks for next time.

"Are you going to give me some stupid pick up line," Izzy said in her most uninterested voice. "Like 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' or something."

"Now why would I do a thing like that," Mr. Suit said smoothly, turning in the bar stool to face her.

"You are alone in a bar while dressed to impress," Izzy observed.

"Oh this old thing," the guy said indicating his fancy suit. "It's just the first thing I grabbed on my way out the door."

"Oh really?" Izzy raised an eyebrow at him. "You have cashmere ties just lying around huh?"

"Good eye," he replied smartly. "Some don't know the difference between cashmere and cotton."

"Ah but I do," Izzy smiled, tilting her head to gentler angle and uncrossing her legs. Izzy always preferred well dressed men. There was something about a guy who took pride in his appearance that always turned her on. This guy would have been gorgeous even without the great sense of style, and Izzy was already fantasizing about getting him out of that stunning suit.

Izzy watched smugly as his eyes roamed over her body. She knew what her curves did to men, and she relished in it. Izzy intentionally starting playing with her loose dark brown almost black hair as she continued.

"I shouldn't be surprised a woman as beautiful as you has an eye for quality fabric," he replied leaning closer. He was watching her for signs of distress she was sure.

"And a man as well dressed as you I imagine appreciates that in a woman," Izzy purred.

"I can," Mr. Suit replied. He was moving closer now, and Izzy was being very careful how she held herself. She wasn't giving him any signs of distress, but she wasn't playing hard to get either. Mr. Suit kissed her gently, a brief brush of lips, then pulled away.

"Among other things," he whispered. Izzy's heart was racing. "You are too good for a place like this. Let's get out of here." Izzy loved the thrill of the ride, and didn't want to give in just yet.

"Oh, I can't abandon my friend," Izzy said feigning dismay at such a suggestion.

"I see," Mr. Suit said, clearly not too let down by her reaction. Izzy pointed to Maia who was at least talking to her mark, though Izzy knew she'd totally won. This man was putty in her hand.

"Your friend seems well taken care of," Mr Suit said as he turned back to her.

"Oh but she's shy," Izzy pouted. "She'd be upset if I left now."

"You torment me so," Mr. Suit said.

"Stay right there," Izzy said as she hopped off her bar stool. "I'll be right back." She walked slowly over to Maia who was in what sounded like casual conversation with Mr. Cargo Pants. Izzy wanted to roll her eyes; Maia was so far from the game, she didn't even know she was playing it.

"Oh hi Izzy," Maia smiled. "This is Neil."

"Hey," Neil said, with a wave of his hand. Izzy was suddenly trying to resist the urge to facepalm; she'd gotten his name why?

"I'm gonna take off," Izzy told Maia. "See ya later." She grinned at her roommate, but when she turned around, her face was calm again.

"It seems she's alright," Izzy told Mr. Suit as she reached her bar stool, but didn't sit down. She was playing with her hair again. Mr. Suit stood up, and placed a hand on her cheek.

"Where did you have in mind?" Izzy asked. She knew her mask was fading. She couldn't hide the look in her eyes anymore.

"An angel's face," Mr. Suit whispered. "With a sinful heart." He held out his hand, and Izzy took it, feeling the chemistry zing through her as their skin touched. He tried to lead them to her car, but Izzy had another idea.

"Where do you want to go?" Mr. Suit breathed against her neck. All her blood was pounding in her veins, making her very aware of her body as she whispered in his ear. Together they went back to her dorm room.

Once they were inside the room, Izzy placed a sock on the door before closing it. When she turned to face once more, he kissed her, and this time it was hot and steamy. Izzy started attacking the buttons on his shirt until she could feel the rolling muscles over his chest. He got his hands under her dress, hiking it up to her hips, and Izzy grinned. He slowly ran his hands over the soft skin of her stomach and hips bones, as she worked her dress up to her shoulders and up over her head. Izzy standing there in just her underwear, felt like he had far too many clothes on. She quickly undid his belt and restored the balance.

Her hands were running over the powerful muscles of his arms, while he unclasped her bra and it fell to the floor. Izzy watched as Mr. Suit rid himself of his probably very uncomfortable pants and underwear. She grinned. There was something sexy about a man so turned on he couldn't bare to be housed a moment longer. She stared unabashed at his naked arousal for a moment, before grabbing it with her hand. She enjoyed the soft moan, and slight jolt this created in him.

Her hand lost its grip as he lifted her and threw her down on the bed. Next thing she knew, he was on top of her, kissing down her chest. As his mouth and tongue stimulated her nipples, Izzy moaned. She knew she'd picked a guy who knew his way around when she felt his hands slowly trailed down her hips to the wetness between her legs.

Slightly desperate now, Izzy reached into her bedside dresser and handed Mr. Suit a condom. Her fun was always ruined when the guys refused to use them. She had an IUD, but pregnancy wasn't the only thing to worry about. Thankfully he took the hint, and quickly opened and put on the condom.

He hooked a finger into her panties and pull them down before leaning back down over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in for a heated kiss as she felt his hardness press so near her entrance. When Mr. Suit placed his hands on her breast again, teasing her nipples, Izzy couldn't take it anymore. With skilled hands she gripped him, positioning the hard shaft before rocking her hips up, and feeling him slide effortlessly inside her.

His mouth formed a perfect 'O' as he felt himself enter her, then he started moving. She gasped, and her legs went wider so he could go deeper. Izzy pressed her hands on his back encouraging him.

Soon that warm full feeling of having him there shifted as he moved faster and faster. Izzy was panting, feeling pleasure shoot up her legs. She rocked her hips as the feeling got better and better with every movement. She squeezed her muscles tight around him over and over until he froze in the grips of his own orgasm. Wrapping her legs around him, and pressing down so he couldn't pull out, Izzy wiggled her hips up and down until she cried out with him. Her body arched, and her toes curled. They slumped together down onto the bed, breathing hard.

Izzy just layed there blitz out for a moment, listening to Mr. Suit pant beside her, while the sweat cooled on her skin. Just as she was getting up to shower the door of her dorm opened to reveal Maia.

"Oh OH!" Maia exclaimed, covering her face with her hands, clearly not understanding what a sock on the door meant, which was ridiculous. Maia was a second year after all. How could she not know such a basic university standard.

"Sock on door," Izzy sighed, speaking slowly as if to a child. "Means I am getting lucky, don't come in."

"Noted," Maia replied as she backed out of the room. Mr. Suit was laughing. Izzy agreed that it was rather funny, then promptly threw his clothes at him, thanked him for a great night, and kicked him out of her dorm room so she could go shower.


If you aren't having a deja vu moment then you haven't been paying attention. lol jk. This chapter mirrors chapter one and was hinted at in chapter one when Jace described Izzy as "too much in the game herself." Actually to write this I copied chapter one then edited it until it was this. Chapter 55 is the start of the second year of these characters university life and the second part of this story.. how many parts there end up being is yet to be determined. We shall see. I have some plot ideas that only really work after some characters have graduated, but keeping the story interesting until then will be tricky.

Sorry for the slow update, but I have been writing my other fanfic 'Royal Dilemma' like a spaz and like always this story has been lift in the dust. You guys are probably used to that by now though since I have a chronic problem with doing this. I have after all started 5 other fanfics while writing this one and completed 4 of them. Royal Dilemma is almost at 40,000 words now when it was barely started before... so yeah...


Sneak Peek Chapter 56

Maia stayed a while after the movie ended, just sitting and talking with him. She was so easy to talk too and the only real new friend he'd made on his own here. Thought technically he'd only met her because of Clary setting him up, but still. Simon waved goodbye to his friend, as both of them had class tomorrow, and got ready for bed. Before he fell asleep he wondered when or if his roommate would show up. The next on the other side of the room was still unmade with an empty dresser beside it.

There was still no sign of a roommate the next morning when Simon left for class. However when Simon returned after lunch he suddenly found a man unpacking his things on the empty side of the room.